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The Plan
In the beginning was The Plan...
And then came the Assumptions. And the Assumptions were without form and The Plan was without substance.
And darkness was upon the face of the Workers. And the Workers spoke among themselves, saying, one to another,
“This is a crock of shit, and it stinks.”
And the Workers went unto their Supervisors and said,
“It is a pail of dung, and we can’t live with the smell.”
And the Supervisors went unto their Managers, saying,
“It is a container of excrement, and it is very strong, such that none may abide by it.”
And the Managers went unto their Senior Managers, saying,
“It is a vessel of fertiliser, and none may abide its strength.”
And the Senior Managers spoke among themselves, saying one to another,
“It contains that which aids plant growth, and it is very strong.”
And the Senior Managers went to the Directors, saying unto them,
“It promotes growth, and it is very powerful.”
And the Directors went to the Chief Executive, saying unto him,
“This new plan will actively promote the growth and vigour of the company with powerful effects.”
And the Chief Executive looked upon The Plan and saw that it was good.
And so The Plan became Policy...
And that, my friends, is how shit happens.